I squinted at him. “What are you talking about?”
He swallowed a large spoonful of grits. “What da ya mean, what am I talking about? You asked if I gave this family grief. I did not. And neither did that dame. At least not too much.”
“Then who is? And don’t they know that they’re a spirit and need to go to the light?” I pointed at him. “You need to go into the light, too. You know that, right?”
“He won’t let me.”
“Who won’t?”
In my experience no ghost had ever forced another into a bad situation. I wasn’t about to let that happen here.
“The big guy.” The spirit pointed to the ceiling. “He won’t let me go.”
“Where is he? I want to meet him.”
The spirit shrugged. “He’s gone now. But he’ll be back. Just you wait, Blissful Breneaux. When he returns, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because he’s looking for you.”
I opened my mouth to say more, but the sound of sirens split the air. I whipped my head toward them and back to the spirit. I needed to know more. Like, who was this ghost who thought he could bully everyone around?
But when I glanced back at the ghost who ate grits, he was gone.
FIVE
“We’ll have to see if we have any missing persons from the area.”
Sheriff Kency Blount stood outside the house. The forensics team had scooped out the body and was scouring the area.
Wasscoopthe right word, or was that a bit morbid?
I mean, it wasn’t like the woman was trapped in ice cream. She’d been embedded in dirt for years.
Kency Blount tossed a long strand of red hair over one shoulder. “I hear the ghost told you where to find her.”
“And if she did?”
“Then maybe she could also tell you who she was. I’ve got nothing to go on here, Blissful. We’ll have to search missing person’s records, see if DNA turns up anything.”
“How about you start with who used to own this house?” I suggested.
“Cute,” was all she said. It probably wasn’t too cute that I was doing her job for her.
“What about the family?”
“I suggested they check into a hotel for a few nights.” Kency thumbed toward her team. “My guys will need to come and go for a while. It’s best they’re gone so we don’t upset them. They have a young daughter.”
As if on cue, Brownie strode by carrying a girl who looked to be about eight or nine. She had straw-colored hair and dazzling blue eyes that made me feel like she saw directly into my soul.
She’s clairvoyant.
I wondered what she had seen in that house, if she knew more than me. But I wouldn’t ask in front of her mother.
Brownie stopped, turned back and swept over to me. “Thank you, Blissful. Thank you for putting this to rest.”
I gave her a hug and smiled at the girl. “You must be—”
